Sunday, 12 October 2008


Apathy is an enemy here. It dries ideas up like grapes left out in the sun. The official term for a dried up idea is an “idsin”, as in “raisin”. Most things have a term if you look for them. A song that gets stuck in your head, playing over and over as if your brain is made of a grey vinyl is called a ”sound worm”. Worms get everywhere these days. They’re in poems and plates, books and earth. Anywhere you can get grit mainly. This is because they need it to feed their babies with when they hatch, like reverse caterpillars from chrysalises made of silver and newspaper print. At this point their birth is usually witnessed by wise old birds that peck out the little kids eyes, which is why worms never seem to have any.

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